Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.